On the night before the hanging, Arthur Plowman had not been able to sleep. This was unusual. He’d spent much of the night lying awake and going over...
‘What’s it to be this week, Mrs Dunbar?’ Linda the librarian asked. ‘A shooting? A strangling? Or a poisoning?’ ‘No thank you, dear. Not today.’ Mrs...
As Peter came out of the gents on the ground floor of the department store, he started to panic. He wasn’t sure whether he’d been told to wait there...